Week 3.8: Conversations

Week 3.8: Conversations is a photo from a little cafe in my hometown. It was closed when I took this picture. I couldn't resist taking in the light and the shadows and the bright primary colors. It's just the kind of place where you could sit for a while and enjoy a good conversation...or at least, it is to my mind.

Conversations. You know, the exchange you have with a friend who hears everything you are saying as well as everything you aren't saying. The time and place where you know your heart is heard above the sound of your words. The pause in time and space where you know someone isn't trying to fix you but loving you just where you are.

I love Conversations. Sometimes they're running. Sometimes they're epic. Sometimes mundane. Sometimes comical. Sometimes frustrating as all get out. Sometimes they're heart rending. Sometimes they're encouraging. Sometimes exacting. Sometimes wandering...in a way that makes you ask: "Where were we?" Or: "How did we get here, again?" Sometimes they're revealing. Sometimes they're convicting. Sometimes they're the only thing we needed to hear again.

Whatever the words, there is heart and soul underneath. Conversations reminds me of that.

This week, my dear, driven, and analytical husband reached a point of frustration with me over a discussion about board games. (There is ancient history here on all accounts: my new husband, myself and board games.) At the end of his rope with me, he exclaimed: "You don't play board games to win, you play board games to spend time with the people you're playing with!!!"

Amen. And Amen. It has always been. It remains so today. It will always be.

I want Conversations. And, if I may be so bold, if I find what I'm after, I believe myself to be a winner at something even bigger than a board game.